Soul Land: Xiao Yan Reincarnates as Huo Yuhao

The silver moon hung high in the night sky, casting a mysterious glow over the land. After the bustling activities of the day, Star Luo City had fallen into a quiet stillness. Upon leaving the auction, Xiao Yan and his companions returned to the Star Emperor Hotel under Jing Hongchen's escort.

Elder Xuan had no opportunity to act against Xiao Yan or the siblings Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen, given the city's heavy population and the fact that Star Luo City was the imperial capital. Likewise, Xiao Yan refrained from openly seizing the Soul-Devouring Knife. Fighting in the streets would only attract powerful experts and the Star Luo Empire's military.

However, when the night deepened and silence fell, the opportunity presented itself.

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In the darkened room, Xiao Yan lay on his bed, his pitch-black eyes gleaming with a sudden sharp light.

"Teacher, everyone's asleep now. Can we move?" he asked softly after a moment of silence.

"Hmm, now's the time. Let's go." A faint white light flickered from the ring on his finger, and Yao Lao's voice resonated in the room.

Hearing this, Xiao Yan's expression lit up with determination. His eyes glimmered coldly as he leaped from the bed. He retrieved a long black robe from his soul tool storage and skillfully donned it. His slim figure was soon concealed, transformed into the imposing presence of a black-robed figure.

"That old bull may have been severely injured before, but he's still a Dou Emperor. To prevent any accidents, I'll take over your body during the fight. With my spiritual energy cloaking you, no one will be able to detect your identity from your aura," Yao Lao said with a faint smile, watching Xiao Yan prepare.

"Understood, Teacher," Xiao Yan nodded. Moving quietly to the window, he slowly pushed it open, stepped onto the ledge, and leaped into the night.

The moment his body began to plummet, a powerful wave of spiritual energy surged out from the ring on his hand, enveloping him completely. His rapid descent stopped as he hovered in midair.

Lightly stepping onto the void, Xiao Yan's figure turned into a streak of white light and vanished into the dark night.

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Inside Elder Xuan's Room

A sharp cracking sound echoed through the room as Elder Xuan's storage soul tool shattered. The Soul-Devouring Knife materialized in midair.

"What? My storage ring is a fifth-tier soul tool, yet it couldn't withstand the power of this blade?" Elder Xuan's expression darkened, muttering in disbelief. "I could feel a sinister energy assaulting the ring earlier, but I didn't expect it to outright break."

As his hand touched the knife, a wave of chilling energy surged into his body. Alarmed, he quickly circulated his soul power to repel it, but to his shock, the energy merged seamlessly with his own.

"It's fusing… My soul power is merging with the blade's aura. But this is an artifact of a dark soul master. If Elder Mu knew…" Elder Xuan's eyes gleamed with a faint red light as a haze clouded his mind. Dark desires began to stir deep within him.

The Soul-Devouring Knife had claimed thirty-seven previous owners, all of whom had met grisly ends. Among them, nine had become dark soul masters. Legends said that the soul of the knife's dark creator lingered within it, corrupting its wielders. Only those with unwavering willpower could resist its influence.

"If I can tame this blade… Who knows what heights I could reach?" A dangerous thought flickered through Elder Xuan's mind. Resolutely, he gripped the blade again.

Suddenly, his body trembled violently as a searing pain ripped through his head. The knife seemed to transform into a black hole, devouring his spiritual energy and soul power. An overwhelming malevolent aura burrowed into his mind, its icy presence spreading like a poison.

"Blood... I need blood. I'll devour everyone on this continent!" Elder Xuan's face twisted with rage and madness. His bloodshot eyes glinted with a crimson glow as he snarled through gritted teeth, "Xiao Yan… I'll tear you apart and devour your flesh!"

"Heh, you won't get the chance."

A calm voice suddenly echoed in the room. Elder Xuan froze, his eyes wide with shock as he turned to see a figure cloaked entirely in black step out from the shadows.

"Well, it seems this blade lives up to its reputation. Its new owner is already dying," the figure remarked in an aged voice. A pale white flame flickered to life in his outstretched hand.

"It's you?!" Elder Xuan's expression twisted in terror as he recognized the flame. "What do you want? To kill me? Don't think I'm afraid just because you're a Limit Douluo!"

"Correct. And you win a prize." The black-robed figure chuckled. With a flick of his wrist, the eerie white flame shot toward Elder Xuan like an arrow.

Terrified but unwilling to back down, Elder Xuan stomped the ground with a mighty roar. Nine soul rings—two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red—rose around him. A surge of golden light erupted from his body, transforming him into a grotesque creature with goat-like limbs, tiger fangs, and a horn sprouting from half his head.

With a deafening bellow, Elder Xuan charged forward, his eighth soul ring lighting up. A golden glow enveloped his horn, forming a spectral bull that charged alongside him.

The black-robed figure's white flame surged forward. When it collided with the spectral bull, the latter was instantly reduced to ash.

The figure moved like a ghost, appearing directly before Elder Xuan. A clawed hand shot out, gripping Elder Xuan's throat and lifting him effortlessly into the air.

"You think you can struggle against me?" the figure's icy voice taunted as Elder Xuan gasped for air, blood dripping from his lips.

Before the final blow could be struck, a sudden burst of blood-red energy illuminated the room. A woman materialized from the crimson glow, her presence distorting the air around her.

Feeling the overwhelming power emanating from behind, Yao Lao hesitated. He released Elder Xuan and pivoted to face the newcomer, unleashing a counterattack. But his strike passed harmlessly through empty air.

"Impressive spirit energy, but if you want to kill someone from the Holy Spirit Cult, you'll need my permission," the woman said, her dark voice dripping with menace.

Soul rings began to rise around her. Black, black, black, black, black, black, red, red, red. Six ten-thousand-year rings and three hundred-thousand-year rings glowed ominously.

Covered in a dark red cloak, her face shrouded in mist, the woman radiated a terrifying aura.

"Who are you? Don't lump me in with your cult!" Elder Xuan roared, glaring at the woman.

Unfazed, she smiled wickedly. "Soon, you will be. What will Shrek Academy think when they learn of your... appetite for flesh and blood?"

"You… How do you know? Who are you?!" Elder Xuan's voice trembled as fear overtook him.

"You have no other choice but to join us," the woman sneered. "I'd love to see you devour your fellow Shrek elders, one by one. That's why I'm helping you now. Refuse me, and you'll die here tonight."

From within his cloak, Xiao Yan chuckled coldly. "You dare discuss such filth in front of me? Do you think I don't exist?"

With a roar, he summoned the Heavenly Flame Heavy Ruler and charged at the woman, his blade slashing down in a fiery arc.

"Fool!" she hissed, her pale hand extending in a claw-like gesture. A massive blood-red hand appeared and clashed with Xiao Yan's strike, forcing him to retreat.

"She's a peak Dou Emperor?" Yao Lao muttered in shock, sensing her power.

Before Xiao Yan could respond, a second figure emerged from a spatial rift behind the woman—an elderly man with silver hair, radiant skin, and an imposing stature.

"Another peak Dou Emperor?" Yao Lao's voice darkened as the room filled with suffocating tension.

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